I started a new job this week. I'm still in the non-profit world but in a new agency. I'm now the Executive Director of the Austin Child Guidance Center.
The last guy just retired after 30 years. I told them I'd stay as long as I can, but I certainly can't promise 30 years. I'll be, like, 87. And yes, they hired me partly for my math skills.
The fact is, my maximum stay at a job is about five years. And upon reflection, I think I have uncovered a truth about myself. Which makes it two universal truths about me for the week after Jill told people I like to cook the big holiday meals so I get out of interacting with people.
The truth is, I have a finite number of stories. Yes, they change over the years as my memory changes and /or one or more aspect of the story receives a positive response. I don't tell stories every day (and I might add a few each year), but I go through a complete cycle of stories in about 10 months (give or take 3 days). So, after five years at a job, people have heard my stories around six times, which is scientifically proven to be the limit before people start saying "yes, I've heard that story. Please please don't tell me again." Jill started saying that around September 1999 (which I REALLY hope is remotely close to five years after we met). I have no intention of switching her out (and am grateful daily she doesn't do that to me). So my only way to get a new audience (the kids don't count), is to switch jobs.
What is ironic about the whole thing is that now she is pushing for more stories...
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Actually, I didn't say you don't like interacting with people. I said you like to cook Thanksgiving to get a break from my wacky family (and you know who you are).
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